Adventures in Natureland
{the blog}
Autumn's End
In my God there is a wellspring of joy and enthusiasm, and I will travel to it daily.
Trees' bark, like gray dragon scales against the blue sky. What noble battles have these dragons fought?
What good have they done for our society, for our world?
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Wounds, reddish brown with blood.
And vast, broken limbs of sovereign giants. What testimony bear they?
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And what of the weeds, bent like witches in the meadow? What do they do?
And the crickets' chorus. Why do they chirp? For a reason? Or for the pleasure thereof?
And the birds, that can fly so high--why do they choose to nest in lowly shrubs?
The wax myrtle has grown its green berries.
And I can find ways to travel without moving. I can sit here, and travel with the wind, and hear its stories as it passes by.
 The rewarding final sight of the long-heard woodpecker is satisfying and well worth the search. Anything that comes by hard work must eventually bring us some satisfaction. Our joy is greater if we love it, if we find joy in what we do. |  |
Birds are like the kittens of the air. Hawks are the big cats. Eagles would be the Christ-sign.
If I tug reasonably on the grass, it is not keen on coming. It would rather lose a part of itself than lose the whole fight.
It's injuries may be grievous, but it knows it will grow back.
Smell the green, green grass!
It has the scent of life.
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The clouds form bright streaks across the sky, strokes from an ethereal painter's brush.
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I think light must be the most beautiful thing in the world. Without it we could not see any of the other beauties.
There would be no favorite colors, no perfect forms.
Without it there would be no light in our eyes, no glowing fire, no stars at night.
Without it we could not even appreciate the still peace of night.
Autumn's End. A photo-poem by Krysta Denzer.
Dec. 22, 2011.
Happy Holidays
and
Merry Christmas!
